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earth, she cried, I charge you lose not my sons, lose not an atom, And you streams absorb them well,
, and you airs that swim above lightly impalpable, And all you essences of soil and growth, and you my
, And you trees down in your roots to bequeath to all future trees, My dead absorb or South or North—my
darlings, give my immortal heroes, Exhale me them centuries hence, breathe me their breath, let not
O my dead, an aroma sweet! Exhale them perennial sweet death, years, centuries hence.
earth, she cried—I charge you, lose not my sons!
local spots, and you airs that swim above lightly, And all you essences of soil and growth—and you, O my
; And you trees, down in your roots, to bequeath to all future trees, My dead absorb—my young men's beautiful
darlings—give my immortal heroes; Exhale me them centuries hence—breathe me their breath—let not an
O my dead, an aroma sweet! Exhale them perennial, sweet death, years, centuries hence.
O I cruise my old cruise again!
My children and grand-children, my white hair and beard, My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the
long stretch of my life.
my senses and flesh, My body done with materials, my sight done with my material eyes, Proved to me
this day beyond cavil that it is not my material eyes which finally see, Nor my material body which finally
O I cruise my old cruise again!
My children and grand-children, my white hair and beard, My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the
long stretch of my life.
my senses and flesh, My body done with materials, my sight done with my material eyes, Proved to me
this day beyond cavil that it is not my material eyes which finally see, Nor my material body which finally
ONE breath, O my silent soul, A perfum'd thought—no more I ask, for the sake of all dead soldiers.
Buglers off in my armies!
At present I ask not you to sound; Not at the head of my cavalry, all on their spirited horses, With
Invisible to the rest, henceforth become my compan- ions companions ; Follow me ever!
Perfume therefore my chant, O love! immortal Love!
Good-Bye My Fancy! GOOD-BYE MY FANCY! GOOD-BYE my Fancy! Farewell dear mate, dear love!
going away, I know not where, Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again, So Good-bye my
Now for my last—let me look back a moment; The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me, Exit, nightfall
—now separation—Good-bye my Fancy.
my Fancy.
Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me NOT MY ENEMIES EVER INVADE ME.
NOT my enemies ever invade me—no harm to my pride from them I fear; But the lovers I recklessly love—lo
me, ever open and helpless, bereft of my strength!
LOVER divine and perfect Comrade, Waiting content, invisible yet, but certain, Be thou my God.
Ideal Man, Fair, able, beautiful, content, and loving, Complete in body and dilate in spirit, Be thou my
O Death, (for Life has served its turn,) Opener and usher to the heavenly mansion, Be thou my God.
All great ideas, the races' aspirations, All heroisms, deeds of rapt enthusiasts, Be ye my Gods.
and wondrous, Or some fair shape I viewing, worship, Or lustrous orb of sun or star by night, Be ye my
LOVER divine and perfect Comrade, Waiting content, invisible yet, but certain, Be thou my God.
Ideal Man, Fair, able, beautiful, content, and loving, Complete in body and dilate in spirit, Be thou my
O Death, (for Life has served its turn,) Opener and usher to the heavenly mansion, Be thou my God.
All great ideas, the races' aspirations, All heroisms, deeds of rapt enthusiasts, Be ye my Gods.
and wondrous, Or some fair shape I viewing, worship, Or lustrous orb of sun or star by night, Be ye my
That Shadow, My Likeness. That Shadow, my Likeness.
THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seek- ing seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering
where it flits; How often I question and doubt whether that is really me; —But in these, and among my
lovers, and caroling my songs, O I never doubt whether that is really me.
That Shadow, My Likeness THAT SHADOW, MY LIKENESS.
THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seek- ing seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering
it where it flits; How often I question and doubt whether that is really me; But in these, and among my
lovers, and carolling my songs, O I never doubt whether that is really me.
do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers?
Loud I call to you, my love!
who I am, my love.
Hither my love! Here I am! here!
But my mate no more, no more with me! We two together no more.
do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers?
Loud I call to you, my love!
who I am, my love.
Hither my love! Here I am! here!
But my mate no more, no more with me! We two together no more.
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
at home, and the mys- tic mystic midnight passes, And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear
, just hear, the breath of my infant, There in the room, as I wake from sleep, this vision presses upon
with eager calls, and orders of officers; While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my
or near, (rousing, even in dreams, a devilish exultation, and all the old mad joy, in the depths of my
NOT heaving from my ribbed breast only, Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself, Not
in those long-drawn, ill-suppressed sighs, Not in many an oath and promise broken, Not in my wilful
savage soul's volition, Not in the subtle nourishment of the air, Not in this beating and pounding at my
sleep, Nor the other murmurs of these incredible dreams of every day, Nor in the limbs and senses of my
O pulse of my life! Need I that you exist and show yourself, any more than in these songs.
WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still
it was not a happy night for me that follow'd, And else when I carous'd, or when my plans were accomplish'd
and undressing bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise, And when I thought how my
dear friend my lover was on his way coming, O then I was happy, O then each breath tasted sweeter, and
all that day my food nourish'd me more, and the beautiful day pass'd well, And the next came with equal
WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been received with plaudits in the capitol, still
it was not a happy night for me that fol- lowed followed ; And else, when I caroused, or when my plans
ing undressing , bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise, And when I thought how my
all that day my food nourished me more—And the beautiful day passed well, And the next came with equal
joy—And with the next, at evening, came my friend; And that night, while all was still, I heard the
WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still
it was not a happy night for me that follow'd, And else when I carous'd, or when my plans were accomplish'd
and undressing bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise, And when I thought how my
dear friend my lover was on his way coming, O then I was happy, O then each breath tasted sweeter, and
all that day my food nourish'd me more, and the beautiful day pass'd well, And the next came with equal
WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still
it was not a happy night for me that fol- low'd follow'd ; And else, when I carous'd, or when my plans
ing undressing , bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise, And when I thought how my
all that day my food nourish'd me more—and the beautiful day pass'd well, And the next came with equal
joy—and with the next, at evening, came my friend; And that night, while all was still, I heard the
WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with plaudits in the capitol, still
it was not a happy night for me that fol- low follow'd ; And else, when I carous'd, or when my plans
ing undressing , bathed, laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise, And when I thought how my
all that day my food nourish'd me more—and the beautiful day pass'd well, And the next came with equal
joy—and with the next, at evening, came my friend; And that night, while all was still, I heard the
SCENTED HERBAGE OF MY BREAST.
O blossoms of my blood!
WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND? WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
MY LIKENESS! EARTH! my likeness!
That Shadow, my Likeness.
Loud I call to you, my love!
who I am, my love.
Hither, my love! Here I am! Here!
But my love no more, no more with me!
O what is my destination?
dear brothers' and sisters' sake—for the soul's sake; Wending my way through the homes of men, rich
children—with fresh and sane words, mine only; Young and strong I pass, knowing well I am destin'd my
- self myself to an early death: But my Charity has no death—my Wisdom dies not, neither early nor late
, And my sweet Love, bequeath'd here and elsewhere, never dies. 3 Aloof, dissatisfied, plotting revolt
side, warlike, equal with any, real as any, Nor time, nor change, shall ever change me or my words.
SCENTED HERBAGE OF MY BREAST.
O blossoms of my blood!
EARTH, MY LIKENESS.
WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND? WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
THAT SHADOW MY LIKENESS.
SCENTED HERBAGE OF MY BREAST.
O blossoms of my blood!
EARTH, MY LIKENESS.
WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND? WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
THAT SHADOW MY LIKENESS.
SCENTED HERBAGE OF MY BREAST.
O blossoms of my blood!
WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND? WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
MY LIKENESS! EARTH! my likeness!
THAT SHADOW, MY LIKENESS.
My Legacy. MY LEGACY.
But I, my life surveying, closing, With nothing to show to devise from its idle years, Nor houses nor
lands, nor tokens of gems or gold for my friends, Yet certain remembrances of the war for you, and after
you, And little souvenirs of camps and soldiers, with my love, I bind together and bequeath in this
My Legacy. MY LEGACY.
But I, my life surveying, closing, With nothing to show to devise from its idle years, Nor houses nor
lands, nor tokens of gems or gold for my friends, Yet certain remembrances of the war for you, and after
you, And little souvenirs of camps and soldiers, with my love, I bind together and bequeath in this
Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness, Eyes of my soul seeing perfection, Natural life of me faithfully
MY LEGACY.
, And you trees down in your roots to bequeath to all future trees, My dead absorb or South or North—my
I remember I said before my leaves sprang at all, I would raise my voice jocund and strong with reference
I have offer'd my style to every one, I have journey'd with confi- dent confident step; While my pleasure
Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness, Eyes of my soul seeing perfection, Natural life of me faithfully
MY LEGACY.
, And you trees down in your roots to bequeath to all future trees, My dead absorb or South or North—my
I remember I said before my leaves sprang at all, I would raise my voice jocund and strong with reference
I have offer'd my style to every one, I have journey'd with confi- dent confident step; While my pleasure
dear brothers' and sisters' sake, for the soul's sake, Wending my way through the homes of men, rich
words, mine only, Young and strong I pass knowing well I am destin'd myself to an early death; But my
charity has no death—my wisdom dies not, neither early nor late, And my sweet love bequeath'd here and
of reminiscences, brooding, with many wiles, (Though it was thought I was baffled and dispel'd, and my
side, warlike, equal with any, real as any, Nor time nor change shall ever change me or my words. 4
dear brothers' and sisters' sake, for the soul's sake, Wending my way through the homes of men, rich
words, mine only, Young and strong I pass knowing well I am destin'd myself to an early death; But my
charity has no death—my wisdom dies not, neither early nor late, And my sweet love bequeath'd here and
of reminiscences, brooding, with many wiles, (Though it was thought I was baffled and dispel'd, and my
side, warlike, equal with any, real as any, Nor time nor change shall ever change me or my words. 4
Loud I call to you my love!
am, my love.
Hither, my love! Here I am! Here!
O what is my destination? O I fear it is henceforth chaos!
steadily up to my ears, Death, Death, Death, Death, Death.
O blossoms of my blood!
face—from my forehead and lips, From my breast—from within where I was con- cealed concealed —Press
CITY of my walks and joys!
my likeness!
, Here I shade down and hide my thoughts—I do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my
soldiers South or North, As I muse retrospective murmuring a chant in thought, The war resumes, again to my
Now sound no note O trumpeters, Not at the head of my cavalry parading on spirited horses, With sabres
drawn and glistening, and carbines by their thighs, (ah my brave horsemen!
My handsome tan-faced horsemen! what life, what joy and pride, With all the perils were yours.)
Perfume therefore my chant, O love, immortal love, Give me to bathe the memories of all dead soldiers
soldiers South or North, As I muse retrospective murmuring a chant in thought, The war resumes, again to my
Now sound no note O trumpeters, Not at the head of my cavalry parading on spirited horses, With sabres
drawn and glistening, and carbines by their thighs, (ah my brave horsemen!
My handsome tan-faced horsemen! what life, what joy and pride, With all the perils were yours.)
Perfume therefore my chant, O love, immortal love, Give me to bathe the memories of all dead soldiers
distinctly I comprehend no better sphere than this earth, I comprehend no better life than the life of my
I do not know what follows the death of my body, But I know well that whatever it is, it is best for
I am not uneasy but I shall have good housing to myself, 11* But this is my first—how can I like the
, I suppose the pink nipples of the breasts of women with whom I shall sleep will taste the same to my
lips, But this is the nipple of a breast of my mother, always near and always divine to me, her true
I remember I said before my leaves sprang at all, I would raise my voice jocund and strong with reference
I have press'd through in my own right, I have sung the body and the soul, war and peace have I sung,
I have offer'd my style to every one, I have journey'd with confi- dent confident step; While my pleasure
My songs cease, I abandon them, From behind the screen where I hid I advance personally solely to you
Remember my words, I may again return, I love you, I depart from materials, I am as one disembodied,
I remember I said before my leaves sprang at all, I would raise my voice jocund and strong with reference
I have press'd through in my own right, I have sung the body and the soul, war and peace have I sung,
I have offer'd my style to every one, I have journey'd with confi- dent confident step; While my pleasure
My songs cease, I abandon them, From behind the screen where I hid I advance personally solely to you
Remember my words, I may again return, I love you, I depart from materials, I am as one disembodied,
I remember I said, before my leaves sprang at all, I would raise my voice jocund and strong, with reference
I have press'd through in my own right, I have sung the Body and the Soul—War and Peace have I sung,
And the songs of Life and of Birth—and shown that there are many births: I have offer'd my style to every
one—I have journey'd with confident step; While my pleasure is yet at the full, I whisper, So long!
4 My songs cease—I abandon them; From behind the screen where I hid, I advance person- ally personally
HERE my last words, and the most baffling, Here the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest- lasting
, Here I shade down and hide my thoughts—I do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my
And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?
O wild and loose to my soul—O wondrous singer!
voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.
While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed, As to long panoramas of visions.
I cease from my song for thee, From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee
And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?
O wild and loose to my soul—O wondrous singer!
voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird.
While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed, As to long panoramas of visions.
I cease from my song for thee, From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee
Covering all my lands! all my sea-shores lining! Flag of death!
Ah my silvery beauty! ah my woolly white and crim- son crimson !
Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty! My sacred one, my mother.
, with bends and chutes; And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri; The
My limbs, my veins dilate; The blood of the world has fill'd me full—my theme is clear at last: —Banner
That Shadow My Likeness. THAT SHADOW MY LIKENESS.
THAT shadow my likeness that goes to and fro seeking a liveli- hood livelihood , chattering, chaffering
and looking at it where it flits, How often I question and doubt whether that is really me; But among my
That Shadow My Likeness. THAT SHADOW MY LIKENESS.
THAT shadow my likeness that goes to and fro seeking a liveli- hood livelihood , chattering, chaffering
and looking at it where it flits, How often I question and doubt whether that is really me; But among my
I remember I said, before my leaves sprang at all, I would raise my voice jocund and strong, with re-
con- tribute contribute to them, When breeds of the most perfect mothers denote America, Then to me my
I have press'd through in my own right, I have offer'd my style to every one—I have journey'd with confident
step, While my pleasure is yet at the full, I whisper, So long!
Remember my words—I love you—I depart from materials, I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead.
distinctly I comprehend no better sphere than this earth, I comprehend no better life than the life of my
I do not know what follows the death of my body, But I know well that whatever it is, it is best for
I am not uneasy but I shall have good housing to myself, But this is my first—how can I like the rest
face the same, But this is the nipple of a breast of my mother, always near and always divine to me,
— and that the experience of this earth will prove only one out of myriads; But I believe my body and
O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul!
And what shall my perfume be, for the grave of him I love?
O wild and loose to my soul! O wondrous singer!
While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed, As to long panoramas of visions. 18 I saw the vision
Must I pass from my song for thee; From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, com- muning communing
walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed, they came upon me.
, That I was, I knew was of my body, and what I should be, I knew I should be of my body.
Manhatta, my river and sun-set, and my scallop-edged waves of flood-tide, the sea-gulls oscillating
face, Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you.
loudly and mu- sically musically call me by my nighest name! Live, old life!